The Clash of Present-Past [KHR Fanfic]

Target 0: An Error

"Is everyone ready?"

"Hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride, kora!"

"Time warp, start!"

When they had time-traveled back into the past after dealing with the mess that Byakuran made, they should have known that not everything goes down smoothly. It had just been a little gift for those that were involved in the future battle, to send the memories of the future to those of the past, but the Arcobalenos didn't take into account one little detail.

No matter how accurate the calculations were, there will always be a percent error. Especially when time-traveling and Vongola rings were involved.

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19th century

To the east of town, a castle-like mansion stood enclosed by a seemingly endless forest, standing tall and firm as if it was commanding the nature around it. However, with its Victorian built and no small amount of greeneries, it gave off a sense of unity between nature and man-made architecture.

Despite it looking quite innocent and peaceful -

Crash!

Clang!

Bang!

KAAABOOM!

"... GIIIIOTTOOOO!"

- it was rather loud and chaotic most of the time.

Said owner of the mansion was sitting in his office, looking over a stack of paperwork. When he had heard the commotion, he could only sigh as if this was a normal occurrence.

It was a miracle how the magnificent structure stayed so... well, magnificent through all the years that his destructive family has been residing there. (Then again, he had to order repairs at least once a week so that might have something to do with it.)

Giotto tapped his fountain pen against the table, an elbow leaning against his mahogany table so that he could lean his temple on his fist.

3...

2...

1 and...

SLAM! 

A young man with salmon (red?) hair came busting in. The fact that his flame tattoo emphasizing with the scowl on his face, making his Right-hand look quite fearsome, did not do anything to comfort Giotto at all - though his attention was on his poor door that was hanging on its last hinge.

Hm... he should have the repairmen put sturdier hinges... actually, maybe get a steel door instead - ah, but that would make his office feel even more like a prison than it already is -

"Giotto, stop spacing out!"

Oh right, his Storm was trying to tell him something.

"Welcome back, G" Giotto greeted in strides, completely ignoring the glare that his childhood friend was pinning him with; Instead, he was searching his friend's person to see if there were any injuries. "I take it that the mission went well?"

"Why," The other replied, not answering Giotto's concern, pointed out the door and being quite melodramatic. "In God's name is Alaude and Daemon wreaking havoc in the front lawn?!"

In the background, they could hear explosions and clashes of weapons on and off.

"I thought you forbade them from meeting each other other than during meal times for the whole week after last week's incident!"